It's kinda sobering...formatting data charts that say "Percent Survived" along the y-axis. Aneurysms are bad news, in case you didn't know.
I was home sick the better part of yesterday and today with the flu. Which is pretty unusual for me. I usually opt for an antagonizing cold with a bronchitis chaser. But this time I got the fever, chills, and strong urge for barfing, which I'll say proudly that I resisted. But is there really such a thing as the 24-hour flu? Or is that what they call food poisoning? Because if that's what it is, then I could be the culprit. Me and my ground-turkey spaghetti sauce that I was so eager to foist on my children the other night.
Amanda got smacked down with it too. And it's sad really to see Harrison's reaction to having both parents huddled under blankets on the couch and recliner, trying to grind through the fever dreams while Elmo and Cookie Monster rant in the background. Having Dad on the couch tossing and turning when he should be at work is just an anomoly apparently, but Mom, on the recliner, with her eyes closed? That was going too far. And so he would stalk up to her at regular intervals and scrinch his fingers in her eyes and chide her for being asleep. And so the occasional screams of agony helped keep me from slipping into a coma.
Hoo boy I'm hungry. What do I dare eat? Soup and crackers ain't gonna cut it, I can tell you that.
Sorry you're ill. I know how miserable the flu can be, and how much worse it is when there are small, uncomprehending kidlets around. (And the absolute ninth circle of Hell: when the kidlets get it at the same time and demand more attention than two fully healthy parents could give.)
By the way, yes, aneurysms are very bad news. I'm glad that I managed to stay on the bottom part of the y-axis on that one.